Who does not troubles him to pass the time and miss the train of love. Brat who does not know love, and most of the misery he knew and Ohqah. The days pass and narrow areas of our love to the absence of a corner key and two little crazy and so much freedom that make you break the chains and break his handcuffs, then Vtemtli spirit of beauty and restores some of his love.
But what the value of love with an object does not look like a blank heart and soul purity and innocence of childhood and the accuracy of your appointments and to observe and the nobility of your morals?
What is the value of love, if not stuck with a hand of love and raced Haze Heaven and frisk waves of the sea, rain and mist caressed Bakr Mentqub autumnal, and charged head on the wall to breathe you and the beloved fragrance Hazqma, green grass and Ngazla Atakztmah pillow whispering to each and every one of you willing, the other word I love you, and in Trahla Ohdkma eyes into the eyes of the other sailors and Vtrella ports and ships and lighthouses. Currently pursuing a path, singing songs of love, then play الروحان of Tabhma because love is the rise of life tired. Is the equivalent of life, love, smile Tstoagafk children and people passing and birds singing bird.
You love to go out of your privacy and Thmeshk and traveling. You are forgotten and Daok in a cage and Sjnok.
Snhrrk you love, freed to Nteki you to become our lives less severe and horrendous.
Snhrrk you love to become a dark and Wilna less weight and intensity.
Snhrrk you love from your manipulators who Zivuk and hiding behind you.
Do not grieve you love, is sufficient for you to climb them, you are superior to young children. Humanity will not be complete without you. Love fragrance of roses, seek the fields, the rain sings, dances and squares Ezgrd women from the roofs of the houses, and tossing children Jasmine Almarc on the walls of the houses for those coming from afar. Not inhabited by the dream of love does not write the letter does not produce a beautiful thought and plenty of runs open policy. Because love is the humanity, and humanity is the Uploader creativity, thought and politics. To boarding the moment of strategies and tactics and theories, but the numbers game, and take a break long love bring us back to the era of so-called beautiful butterflies from our hearts and our souls were destroyed after the decline in the love of our lives. We do not want to Nnchi because love alone live by, and love to make delicious bread, and rarely beautiful and build a beautiful home. Because the hands do not make sincere lover and adopt only beauty and goodness. Let us work for love, and to win the culture back Vijim on our lives again. Leave him to us and take everything, leave it to us with poems, dreams, books, and prairies and take the glory and thrones, because the lovers are aware that access passport to glory in the cemetery is my love, because it does not recover Panthaziat and stupidities and the loss of humanity.
Yes, the love story devised lovers, picking spring flowers and sunlight. Luna shy and guarded by Insjan clues on the impact of their dreams, music Shido birds and trickling water. Stars call for lovers to inspire: Come O Stars to inhabit your heaven so high we light to others of lovers who have lost their way. But, what better moment of loss! The nicest, be turned into a maze does not know the road back from them. Because the loss in love is the most beautiful in the universe, then it is the exile beloved eyes and chest warm, is the umbrella. We do not want only fingerprint lover on passport us enter his heart, we'll get a passport, to wait for fingerprint that lover who might come, and may not come, and in both cases, we shall wait.
Haifa Ahmed soldier - Al-Nur.